The Queen's Dagger (July 31 1997 / Vermont)
All was calm, all was quiet, and a little bit boring
when I looked into the sky for the first time.
Out of nowhere, there comes a sparrow to perch on the roof.
I stopped and I stared and I wondered why birds fly.
Are they trying to escape this world,
because I certainly wouldn't blame them.
Are they trying to find some speck of freedom
left in the confines of this prison cell?
A second ago, she was living, she was breathing,
but now she's gone, disappeared into the sunset,
still with needles in her arms. As her parents start to cry,
I stopped and I wondered why people die.
So I turned my head for just one minute,
should've known to turn back when the cat meowed,
but when I finally did... Oh you stupid cat
with blood and feathers in your mouth,
you have tasted my delicious misery.
Oh, delicious misery, how good you taste,
sugarcoated and glazed over with poison.
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